Alone.

Mom didn't even get out of the car. She pulled into the driveway, kicked you both out, and pulled away again, already dialing.

Emily stood patiently beside you as you both watched the car pull away and round a corner out of sight. Then she turned to look at the house, and then turned back to you. "Well?" her accent was so cute, so strange to hear it coming from your sister's lips. "Aren't you gonna let us in? Oh! Maybe I have a key in here."

She hefted Lisa's purse and opened it to rummage through the contents.

It seemed the most normal thing in the world, to see your sister digging around in her own purse, but everything about the situation was just weird. "No, I got it." You pulled your keys from your front pocket and went to the door to open it.

She walked in behind you, still rummaging through the purse. "Goodness, this thing is messy," she said, seeming strained. Almost irritated. After another moment, she shrugged and dropped the whole thing on the small table in the entry way. "Lovely home. Where's my room?" She didn't even look around.

"Uh... Upstairs. I'll show you."

She took your hand in both of hers with another bright smile. "Thank you."

At her door, you stopped. "This is Lisa's room."

She turned and grinned at you. "Oh, now don't you be like that. I'm Lisa, remember? Don't tell me you're gonna be stubborn about that, too! Like Mom."

She stepped backwards, pulling you inside the room. It smelled of too many different scented and perfumed products to make any one discernable smell, but the whole vibe was decidedly feminine. You never went into your sister's room; she'd have killed you. Not that you really needed a reason to stay out, before.

"Well, you aren't really my si—" She cut you off with a finger on your lips.

"Please don't be mean. I'm trying to be real nice to you, here, John. Honest, I think you're a well put-together young man, and I'd rather be friendly with ya." There was a pause and she rubbed her thumbs gently against the back of your hand.

When you tried to pull your hand away, however, she dropped it completely with an irritated flourish.

Her accent vanished and her tone shifted to the harsh edge that usually accompanied Lisa's voice. "Would you like me better if I acted more like your stupid, bitch sister?" She smirked and her southern accent returned for a moment. "Watch this."

Then, once again sounding exactly like it was really your sister, she said, "Get the fuck out of my room, asshole." Hands on your chest, she pushed you through her open door and slammed it in your face, locking you out.

It was a surprisingly good impression of her, actually. But what the fuck just happened?